DeaconIt took a long time to get Trey stabilized. I wasted precious minutes trying to make sure that he wasn’t going to bleed out all over Ryan Winter’s kitchen. Finally, I grabbed him and slung him over my shoulder, carrying him out of the house and setting him down on the grass.
Trey was fading in and out of consciousness. As he looked up at me with a pained, terrified expression, I could immediately tell that he was making mental preparations to die.
“You’re gonna be okay, buddy,” I told him, patting him roughly on the top of the head. “You just gotta hang out here for a little while, okay? The paramedics are on their way.”
“Deacon,” Trey croaked. “Don’t leave – please don’t leave.”
“I have to go find Katie,” I said grimly. “I know that monster has plans for her, and I gotta catch t
